BY MONAE PERRIER

MRS. BAKER HATED ME WITH HEAT WHITER THAN THE SUN.

THE QUALITY OF MERCY IS NOT STRAINED.

WHEN GODS DIE, THE DIE HARD. THEY LEAVE YOUR GUTs BURNED.

LOCAL HERO HOLLING HOODHOOD SAVES SISTER

we thought about cupcakes all day. we even smelled them baking

coach announced he was planning a cross-country team.